All W S Merwin Quotes
- In the time that I have been acquainted with this region I have become increasingly aware of it as a testament of water, the origin… Acquainted
- What I really believe is the only hopeful relation between our life and the whole of life is one of reverence and respect and of… Attitude
- Certain words now in our knowledge we will not use again, and we will never forget them. We need them. Like the back of the… Certain
- I have with me all that I do not know. I have lost none of it. All
- From what we cannot hold, the stars are made. Cannot Hold
- Now all my teachers are dead except silence. All
- I think there's a kind of desperate hope built into poetry that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say… Built
- This is what I have heard at last the wind in December lashing the old trees with rain unseen rain racing along the tiles under… Along
- We are the echo of the future. Echo
- When a poem is really finished, you can't change anything. You can't move words around. You can't say, 'In other words, you mean.' No, that's… Change
- I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far… Abyss
- I needed my mistakes in their order to get me here Me
- I will take with me the emptiness of my hands. What you do not have you find everywhere Emptiness
- Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning Among
- Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you've lost the whole thing. End
- We are asleep with compasses in our hands. Asleep
- My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy. Armed
- Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. Absence
- My cradle was a shoe. Cradle
- The story of each stone leads back to a mountain. Each
- Send me out into another life lord because this one is growing faint I do not think it goes all the way All
- I had hardly begun to read I asked how can you ever be sure that what you write is really any good at all and… All
- On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree Contemplation
- we travel far and fast and as we pass through we forget where we have been Been
- come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain Believer